"How can you say that? From a certain perspective, I am the storyteller of nine incense sticks."
Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "A story without a title doesn't go far—an old saying among storytellers. I'll use my storyteller's dream weaving to conjure a dream for you, and I'll give it a title: 'Unforeseen Disaster'..."
After saying this, he performed the action of striking the Sound Wood...
...
The Divine Soul took action, and Zhou Xuan's body, separated by miles, mirrored the movement by striking the gavel.
Yuan Buyu, now almost entirely faded in form, noticed Zhou Xuan striking the gavel and immediately understood his intention to conjure a dream for Feng Moyan.
"Senior Brother, I truly apologize..."
Yuan Buyu was engulfed in deep agony. If it hadn't been for Zhou Xuan, he wouldn't have plotted such a poisonous scheme against Feng Moyan.
"I only have this one disciple. I cannot just stand by and watch you kill him."
